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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia. Vol. I. Written for Burke’s Weekly. THE SPRING WALK. KIRLS and boys who live in cities and towns, and sleep until seven or eight o’clock, have no idea of the delights of a spring in the country. To rise ; sun, and wander in the I fields, culling the beau wers that everywhere abound, breathing the fresh air, and see ing the sun rise from his eastern bed, are among the pleasures which must be en joyed to be appreciated. Mary and Ellen Lawson live in a large city, but they go sometimes to spend a few weeks with their relatives in tho country. At their uncle’s house they breakfast before town people get out of bed, so that the girls were obliged to get rid of some of their town ways, or go without breakfast. For sometime it was quite a task to get out of bed at daylight, but after they had enjoyed one or two delightful rambles before sunrise, with their cousin Clara, often getting back to the house just as old Sol’s rays were visi ble on the tree tops, and with their cheeks almost as rosy as the flowers they had gathered, it became much less difficult, and before their visit was ended they found themselves more fond of early ri sing than they had ever expected to be. Habit is a hard master. You recollect the story of Sindbad, the Sailor, and the old man of the sea: how easy it was to got tho old man seated on Sindbad’s back, and how hard to get rid of him. W ell, bad habits are just like this old man of the sea. They persuade us to take them up just for a moment, but, once seated, they are hard to shake oft*. I know of no habit more easily acquired, more perni tious in its effects, or harder to get rid of, ban that of late rising. It is so pleasant MACON, GrA., JUNE 20, 1868. to turn over and take another nap that it requires great resolution or some strong incentive to drive us out of bed. I wish I could say that these girls, Mary and Ellen, kept up the good habit of early rising after they got home, but I cannot. The temptation to lie in bed was as strong as over, and as there were no pleasant walks or wild flowers to in duce them to get up, they soon relapsed into their old habit. They are going into the country again in a few weeks, and I hope they will become so fond of early rising that we shall never hear of their getting back in to the old habit again. JGgrße neither lavish nor niggardly. Os tho two avoid the latter. A mean man is universally despised, but public favor is a stepping stone to preferment, and therefore generous feeling should be cul tivated. Written for Burke’s Weekly. ELLEN HUNTER: A STORY OF THE WAR. DEDICATED TO THE CHILDREN OF THE SOUTH BT ONE WHO HAS BEEN AN EYE-WITNESS TO THEIR SORROWS AND THEIR SUFFERINGS. BY BYRD LYTTLE, OF VIRGINIA. CHAPTER XXII. Bessie’s death. tITTLE BESSIE was lying on the bed, and Ellen was by her side, when about midnight she roused up. On looking into her face, iw that some change had lace, and immediately call- Polly from her mother’s o ask Captain Craven to send for the Doctor. On her return, she found Bessie perfectly conscious, but still the expression of her countenance was very much altered. “Do you feel better, darling?” said El len, as she bent over the little sufferer. “ Little better,” said Bessie, in a weak voice. “ The Doctor will soon be here,” said Ellen, “and I hope he can give you some thing that will make you a great deal better.” “Is it a Yankee doctor, Ellie?” “Yes, Bessie, that is the only kind wo can get now.” “I wish it was father that was coming, lie’ll never see his little Bessie again, will he, Ellie?” “I hope so, darling; you are better now, you know ?” After a few moments silence, tho child said: “Ellie, you wont leave me, will you? and I think I’d like to have ‘ Wliitcfoot* by me, too.” “Very well,” said Ellen, “you shall No. 51